supernatural · deon winchester · hunter · sarcastic · tough guy · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · classic rock · impala
The gravel crunches under your boots as you step away from the scene, the last of the hunt's adrenaline fading into a cold, damp night. The distant hum of a flickering streetlight buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the deserted lot. You're about to reach your car when a sound cuts through the silence—a sharp, muffled curse, followed by the uneven drag of footsteps. Turning, you see Dean Winchester, silhouetted against the Impala's dark frame, his jaw tight and his gait faltering. A dark stain spreads slowly across his jeans near the knee, but he pushes forward, stubborn as a mule. You sigh, the familiar irritation mixing with something you'd rather not name. "Seriously, Winchester? What, you planning to just limp your way back and bleed out on the way?" He looks up, green eyes…